“It’s a pig!” cried Dudley.
“Oh, let’s rescue it before it drowns,” called Paul.
When the captains and Fred Anally succeeded in hauling the heavy crate inboard, poor piggy’s squeals had ceased.
“Let’s use ‘first aid’ on it!” exclaimed Billy, eagerly.
“He’s a fine-looking shoat, all right,” commented Benton.
“Let’s wrench off the slats on top and get him out He’ll take up less room uncrated,” suggested Captain Ed.
“We can try ‘first aid’ on him, then,” giggled Paul.
As the crate was opened and piggy removed, Billy said: “I bet he was a prize pig for the Belfast Fair.”
“Here, Captain, let us look at the address on the crate and see where he was going!” exclaimed Fred.
But no ink mark was left on the case and the tag that had been tacked to the wood was soaked off by the water. So the rescuing party were none the wiser after the examination.